After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Wen Ziyi's aura is so familiar, and the faintly refreshing aroma is like the smell of fragrant cakes that are often smoked in Qingshan Temple.

In just one breath, Fang Xingjian felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be infinitely slowed down. He slowly passed Wen Ziyi's protruding Adam's apple, and landed on the belt around his waist.

——The child cheated this morning and forced him to help him tie his coat with his own hands.

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes lightly, his mind and heart seemed to be attacked by sudden memories, those scenes that he had never experienced before, all flashed before his eyes, some voices called him the fairy head, and some begged him to wake up.

It should be a memory of a previous life.

Fang Xingjian endured it quietly, exhaled lightly, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a strong smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand in a daze, and wiped the hot liquid splashed on his cheeks. The bright red on his fingertips made his heart skip a beat.

Wen Ziyi grinned, his snow-white canines were almost shining in the sun, but his complexion was as pale as paper, and he lost the vitality of normal people.

"Master, don't worry, I won't touch you again..."

Fang Xingjian just stood there in a daze, until Wen Ziyi swayed uncontrollably and fell down, then he was awakened by a sharp cry not far away.

"Wen! Purple! Yi!"

"how dare you!"

Bai Xinghua's canthus was about to burst, and he almost stared out. At this moment, he couldn't find the slightest trace of a gentle beauty, and he seemed to eat a child with one mouthful.

Bai Xinghua's biggest reliance is to control Wen Ziyi. After he fell off the cliff, he witnessed the experience of his previous life and knew how to control his own soul in Wen Ziyi's body.

If controlling Wen Ziyi to kill someone a hundred years ago was an unintentional act, then letting Wen Ziyi do it again today is an order that cannot be disobeyed!

Unexpectedly, Wen Ziyi actually cut off his arm!

Bai Xinghua watched with his own eyes that the right hand holding the sword fell heavily. When he was half an inch away from Fang Xingjian, his left hand was so fast that no one could see the shadow, so he cut off his right arm.

Blood sprayed all over the sky, and the right arm holding the soft light sword fell into the dust and dead leaves.

Bai Xinghua gritted her teeth, but refused to let go of the opportunity, "It's just a broken arm, as long as you are still alive, you must kill him!"

He looked at the few people not far away with gloomy eyes, and said: "Jin Chi, what are you waiting for, isn't Fang Xingjian the person you want the most? Kill him, and I will make you the most vivid puppet, good boy have to be silent."

Wen Ziyi's blood was all over Axi's folding fan.

He could see that in order not to threaten Fang Xingjian, Wen Ziyi didn't restrain himself when he chopped off his hand, directly destroying his hope of recovery, which was considered to be a loss of most of his combat power. Right now, he can win against anyone.

Bai Xinghua's proposal was not empty talk, he knew that this person had a chance from heaven, and it was not a lie that he knew how to make puppets.

But he just pulled a weird smile, as if making the saddest self-blaming smile.

Jin Chi's soul is very compatible with this body, and the blood flowing in this body can easily prove that he is Jin Chi's child.

Maybe it was his first child.

Jin Chi married the wife of the first city lord, was pregnant in October, and gave birth to a stillborn baby.

It turned out that it wasn't a stillbirth, it was the wife who secretly hid the child, and even drugged Jin Chi to make him have no heirs.

He squinted his eyes, exerted pressure lightly, and the soul of the original owner of this body wailed and screamed, although he was the only one who could hear it clearly.

The smile on Axi's face changed back to his original gentle appearance, he threw away the folding fan in his hand, and said softly: "Bai Xinghua, I want to live."

"A living Fang Xingjian is interesting. If I want a puppet, why should I cooperate with a fool like you?"

Fang Xingjian was the quietest person on the field.

He didn't squat down to help Wen Ziyi up, nor did he make a move with his sword. He just stood there and watched the scene in front of him quietly.

Like a Buddha without sorrow or joy.

The demon cultivator behind him was ecstatic when he saw this, and rushed forward to take his life to claim credit, but before he got within seven feet of him, he was instantly pierced by countless sharp sword intents, without even a scream When the sound rang, Moxiu had already turned into a bloody mummy.

Fang Xingjian slightly turned his head, his smile was pure, his eyes were like ancient wells, and he looked at Bai Xinghua in the distance.

In an instant, the dark clouds above everyone's heads made a loud noise, and lightning struck them down.

In the blink of an eye, those eyes, which should have been as warm as water and shining like stars, were covered with a layer of deep and icy frost.

"You people, I'm tired of it."

Golden lightning flashed faintly around him, and the thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to be catching up with his rhythm. The bangs became louder and louder, almost shattering people's eardrums.

Finally someone noticed the anomaly.

Tingming instantly changed back to its original form, like a giant snake hissing and spitting out a letter, and rushed to Wen Ziyi's side, calling out incessantly:

"Master, wake up! Run away from Fang Xingjian!"

"This, this is—"

Fang Xingjian laughed lightly, but the sound hit everyone's eardrums, like jade objects colliding, clear and clear.

The Bihai Chaosheng sword was held by him in his hand, and it shone coldly, it was the only light under the dark clouds.

Fang Xingjian glanced at the panicked Bai Xinghua, Wen Ziyi in front of him had lost a lot of blood and had already fainted, and the demon cultivators were running around like headless chickens in a panic.

"Jin Chi, it turns out that it wasn't your heart's blood that opened the demon realm, but yourself." Fang Xingjian stood under the thunder calamity, and there was a lightning explosion behind him, but it made his whole body more refined, as if a star king from the sky had descended to the earth to practice.

A Xi had suddenly become serious, the smile on his face disappeared, and he drew out his weapon as if facing an enemy, the red hair on his hair trembled slightly.

"So what if you know now, it's a bit late, isn't it?"

Fang Xingjian didn't even move the sword, but just stretched out two ice-white fingertips to draw light traces in the air, directly crushing the red feathers on his hair, and they fell off in pieces.

Fang Xingjian shook his head lightly: "It's not too late, it's never too late."

"Let me know that there will always be someone in the world who will not betray me. It will not be too late for this matter."

When Akabane was crushed, Jin Chi felt cold all over his body, he shivered from the cold, but his face was icy cold, when he touched it with his hand, it turned out to be two traces of tears.

How could he cry?

No, it wasn't him who was crying, it was...

Axi blinked, and the red pupils gradually revealed a bit of respect for Fang Xingjian, and what flowed out were tears of blood from the heart.

He grinned and smiled, unable to control all the muscles in this body, so this smile looked very ferocious, even a little dark.

However, with this smile on his face, he begged, "Kill me, Brother Fang."

"I can't live anymore, letting Jin Chi live will only bring you disaster, won't it?"

"Brother Fang, I don't blame you, not at all—"

His whole body began to tremble, and a sharp howl escaped from his mouth, as if he was in great pain.

"Kill it, kill me—"

I don't want to drag you down! !

How could Ah Xi be Jin Chi's opponent? After only controlling his body for a moment, all his spiritual energy has been exhausted.

A flickering thunderbolt slashed down abruptly, hitting Fang Xingjian's head straight, countless people opened their mouths wide, hearing the long tail curling around the pale Wen Ziyi, their vertical pupils trembled faintly.

He is an ancient snake demon, he has seen countless thunder catastrophes, but nothing can compare to the thunder catastrophe in front of him.

Ting Ming didn't dare to move his eyes away, and said in a deep voice, "This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation."

Between the Mahayana period and the ascension, there is a test that must be passed.

If you survive, you will become a god, and if you die, you will be wiped out.

No more reincarnation.

After the lightning flash, a trace about three feet long was left on the ground.

Fang Xingjian stood where he was, his face turned pale.

However, he didn't relax for a moment, Jin Chi controlled Axi's body and rushed forward.

Jin Chi is also at the Mahayana stage, and at such a critical time, he obviously didn't leave any way for him to survive against Shangfang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian couldn't dodge in time, a strand of black hair was chopped off and scattered in the air.

Jin Chi faced A Xi's face still stained with blood and tears, and came up fiercely, moving so fast that he couldn't see his shadow, obviously trying to kill him before he ascended.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "Don't even think about leaving here!!"

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath, a familiar expression appeared on Axi's face, his red pupils trembled, and his lips stained with blood and tears opened and closed:

"Brother Fang, give me a good time."

"I beg you." "Pfft—"

Bi Haichao Shengjian was sensed by Lei Jie, and gave birth to spiritual wisdom, escaped from Fang Xingjian's hand, and stabbed straight into the child's body.

Jin Chi didn't expect that he would really do it, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he covered the wound tremblingly, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

Like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, falling into the pile of dead leaves.

Lightning mercilessly smashed Fang Xingjian's attempt to catch Axi, and the second lightning calamity has arrived!

He watched Axi fall on the ground, his eyes were extremely gentle, and he smiled slightly.

However, he couldn't help being stunned, one thunder calamity was heavier than the other, and faster than the other, but in the blink of an eye, this place had been punched out, as if the demon realm had come again.

Fang Xingjian's three souls and seven souls also gradually became unstable. After bearing the heavy blow from the thunder calamity, he felt the wrath of heaven and saw his past life.

He was not human from beginning to end, and only lived two lives.

In her previous life, she saved Chiyu, but died because of him; in this life, she was killed by Wen Ziyi, but because of his imminent ascension.

After the revolving door passed, Fang Xingjian felt as if his whole body had been washed, all his feelings and fetters had disappeared like smoke, and there was no trace left.

The last thunder strike strikes!

Fang Xingjian's clothes had long been turned into rags, but the aura in the air silently wove into a fairy-like white dress, dotted with Milky Way stars, as if it was still flowing and breathing.

The Bihai Chaosheng sword was also washed away, and a little bit of starlight fell on it, exuding an indifferent and calm aura.

Only one head of black hair was still fluttering in the wind, and it was tied with the twilight veil left by Wen Ziyi, floating behind him like clouds.

After the nine-turn thunder calamity, Fang Xingjian has become a god.

There was no trace of emotion on his face. He swept across the scorched land in front of him. On the countless corpses, the people who were still alive were all prostrating and worshiping, trembling and bathing in the fairy light.

Fang Xingjian didn't even look at it, he turned around and looked at the high fairyland, standing with his hands behind his back, about to fly up.

Since then, there is no other name of Fang Xingjian in the world, only a sword master.

However, he was hugged tightly behind him.

The man with only one arm used all his strength to hold him in his arms.

Fang Xingjian felt that the hot and humid water soaked through the fabric of his back, spread to his cold skin, and gradually expanded.

Wen Ziyi burst into tears like rain, buried her head on his back, her voice trembling uncomfortably.

"Master, don't go, please don't go..."

He was covered in blood, and the bowl-sized wound on his arm was still bleeding, and he was still awake only with one breath, and there were gold stars in front of his eyes.

"Don't go—"

Fang Xingjian chuckled, raised his hand to cover his tightly bound arm, and opened it finger by finger, with a clear tone:

"Immortals are different, Wen Ziyi."

Wen Ziyi seemed to have been hit hard by a giant hammer, and her golden pupils stood in a straight line, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief.

"Master, stay, okay, stay for me?"

Fang Xingjian turned around and looked at his distressed appearance without even moving his eyes.

Looking at those eyes, Wen Ziyi couldn't help but take a step back.

He was afraid, finally afraid.

Wen Ziyi subconsciously retched her stomach, her five fingers forming claws helplessly moved her heart and lungs, but she only spit out a mouthful of acid water with blood on it.

It hurts, it hurts, why does it hurt so much! ! ?

His heart seemed to be about to explode, and every breath he took could involve pain and soreness. The injury on his arm could no longer be felt, only the pain of his heart almost bursting was firmly nailed into his head.

Master, Master, Master——

Wen Ziyi trembled all over, tears flowed down her cheeks, her voice became hoarse: "Master, please stay, don't go, I beg you, please."

"If you don't care about me, I will start a killing spree and kill everyone, the ones you love, the ones you worry about, and the ones you care about, so that there will be no more survivors in the world!"

He couldn't find any light in his eyes, and he frantically raised his golden pupils, looking at Fang Xingjian's eyes that were neither sad nor happy.

Those eyes are so beautiful, but they are saying, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter who you kill or who you love, I'm leaving.

Fang Xingjian saw him staring blankly in front of him, without any further movement, a slight sadness flashed in his heart, and he disappeared after a while.

He lowered his eyes, and instead of looking at Wen Ziyi, he turned around and looked at the sky in front of him.

Suddenly, the man grabbed his wrist.

Wen Ziyi almost broke into a smile, couldn't help but grabbed his wrist, suppressed the madness, and said hoarsely:

"Master doesn't believe me, Master thinks I'm going to play again and lie to you, right?"

"Then I will lose all my cultivation and become my original appearance. Can master trust me again? Trust me again?"

Fang Xingjian frowned slightly, and before he could turn around, a vigorous force burst out from Wen Ziyi's body, he raised his chin uncontrollably, and his whole body released a golden light, which was the purest chaos in the world.

It was the cultivation base of Fang Xingjian and Bai Xinghua.

In the woods, countless small animals poked their heads to look this way. The clear spring water faintly emitted blue light, and a few small fishes covered in silver jumped out of it.

Branches and tendrils grow in the bushes, as if stretching the body. No one heard them sigh, but saw the flowers blooming and leaves, the fruit fragrance overflowing, and the scenery of spring, summer and autumn all appeared in this forest.

A hundred years later, this place will become the most vigorous place in the human world.

Among the Demon Realm.

In the quiet Ning'an Temple, the girl lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes. Her round eyes were full of murderous intent, and she focused on the purple-haired man leaning against the window frame and looking at the sky.

On the West Brocade City, a golden-blue fish-tailed merman with neat short hair could not help but loosen the scroll in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a soft knocking sound.

Gong Wuyou raises his head unconsciously, his slightly worried eyes don't know where he landed.

In Penglai Island, the dark guard closed his eyes and slept lightly, but the white turtle by the stream poked its head out, and there was a look of inquiry in the dark Doudou's eyes. He couldn't see his own turtle shell, and he didn't know how many spirit marks there were on it. together.

Fang Xingjian had already turned into an immortal body, so he shouldn't be feeling sad or happy, but at this moment, he uncontrollably raised his hand and pressed it on his beating heart.

He knew that turning around would change a lot, and the call of heaven resounded in his ears, asking him to fly back to the fairyland as soon as possible.

The black boots stepped on the dead leaves, making a soft crisp sound.

The author has something to say: a fairy tale ancient book written by a friend of Tuiji~

"This Seat Reborn as a Traitor of the Immortal Venerable" by Hezhen Nanfeng

The majestic Demon Lord Feng Wujing was reborn as a disciple of the righteous leader of the fairy world!

May I ask, do you accept this kind of humiliation in exchange for you?

Feng Wujing swore that when he returned to the Demon Realm, he would destroy the Immortal Realm and wipe out the group of righteous dogs who imprisoned him!

So Feng Wujing tried his best to return to the Demon Realm.

Senior Brother Wei Meng: You were born here, if anyone from the devil world dares to hurt you, I will kill his whole family!

Second Sissy Brother: Don’t go, little brother, you loved playing make-up games with your brother when you were young.

After rebirth, although Feng Wujing's memory was incomplete, he had no doubts about his identity in his previous life. Looking at the two self-righteous people in front of him, Feng Wujing sneered and drew out his long knife.

Master in white: Don't go, your memory has been hurt by the demons before, and you are originally from the fairy world.

Feng Wujing: ...?

Looking at Gu Langqing's seductive neck exposed in the air, Feng Wujing silently put away the long knife and smiled cutely: "Good master, I won't go."

The memory of Feng Wujing's previous life gradually came back, but he still enjoyed playing the role of the traitor who committed the crime, and wanted to find out what kind of tricks Gu Langqing was playing.

Until one day, Feng Wujing discovered that his two senior brothers who knew nothing about what was good or bad were actually two dummies made out of thin air by Gu Langqing.

Unconsciously, some indistinct Wushan clouds and rains sprang up in his mind, and the other protagonist was Gu Langqing.

Finally, Feng Wujing sneaked into Gu Langqing's room on a dark and windy night, but saw Gu Langqing curled up on the bed with a painful expression on his face, calling his name.

Marriage flowers bloom, marriage threads are broken, and life after life is entangled.

Later, Feng Wujing tore off Gu Langqing's hypocritical face, his eyes were full of jokes: "Gu Xianzun, since your goal is to unify the world of immortals and demons, why don't you ask me to help you? We are unique Good match."

Gu Langqing raised his foot and stepped on Feng Wujing's pale chest: "Master Mozun, do you think I can do it alone without you?"

Feng Wujing grabbed his cold ankle and raised the corners of his lips.

Since he refuses to obey, let him cry and tremble, submit to himself, and live forever.

Reading guide: The protagonist is not a kind person, the immortal is a hypocrite and cuts black for nothing, and the demon is crazily criticizing psychopaths.